I've got a bad taste in me,
It's like I've been robbed of something I once was in my childhood memories.

And it's buried in sandboxes,
Backyard, where we used to see that dreams could come true if believed.

The sidewalks scream our names,
We are so far from home,
Far from home.

I've got a bad pain in my heart; it's like the first time I looked in your eyes,
The first time it all fell apart.

And it's buried in sandboxes, backyard, where we used to see that dreams could come true if believed.

The sidewalks scream our names,
We are so far from home,
Far from home,
But now we are so far from home,
Far from home.

All I have is words to which I must lay,
I scribble them down, hoping they'll save me,
But I'm lost, I'm so lost.

These pages will burn and I'll pass away,
Yesterday's gone, and I just can't shake the fact that I'm lost,
I'm so lost.

But now we are so far from home,
Far from home,
Now we are so far from home,
Far from home,
But now we are so far from home,
Far from home,
Far from home,
We are so far from home,
Far from home.

Now we are so far from home,
Far from home,
Now we are so far from home,
Far from home.